My Tiff with Mr. TSB

The middle east was at war with Canada today.
Feels bad? good? I feel neutral!
Debate. We have a strong responsibility for dialogue.
Censorship is not the way.

Science and Philosophy

Highest sense of relating to reality as reality.
Quantom mechanics poses a challenge to realism. Light having two properties of wave and particle at the same time. Two sides of coin positive. Skepticism grows as a result though. Lack of trust to one thing.
Skepticism, so surprised by the kindness of strangers.
Post modernism looks at history as just a narrative, a story like others, opinions of others without much sense of objectivity.
Moderate realism supports beings at a smoother level, feels fluffier and better.
Like laurence of Arabia, go for the glory not the money.
Goats are neat because they're great weed eaters.

No one

No one is here, and no one ever was. Am I talking to myself? When everyone is out to lunch, I go out for desert. It was a cosy dark corner. I sat by the wooden framed window.He brought me red wine with a tinge of tannen. I could smell the citrus before tasting it. The noise in my head was music to my ears. He was staring at me, he was. No one is here, and no one ever was.

His tannen in my dreams

It was cold. I must have slept the whole day. I slept when there was light in the sky but when I woke up there was still light. Did it ever get dark? I must have been dreaming my many dreams. I am not fully certain if I am awake now. There was a point I realized that I must be awake because everything seemed so real. He was there. We were having red wine in a cosy dark corner of a 70's restaurant. We were talking about the tannen in the wine and how wonderful it would be if we could add tannen to our blood so we preserve ourselves in the face of aging. These talks always amuse me and he knows it. That's why he brings up these silly yet smart topics during our wine sessions. Is he going to go home after? I love him selfishly. I don't want the dream to end. Leave me alone, let me sleep. Did it ever get dark when I was sleeping or was I sleeping in darkness? I want to remain in the dark oblivion. Rain woke me up. Subtle sounds of water droplets dripping and welcoming me to the world of reality. Ain't I still dreaming?

Galley Proof

Fit to Govern

Ameno

Blasphemy!
Shame!
Obscenity!
Theological Harassment!
Very bad! and Very good!
Guilt!
Laughter!
Sin!
Suicide!
Homicide!
Life!
Death!
Where is the love?

Bella Bella

Beauty crushed with age. Smoldering passions. Burning desires of love. Political bodies. Fire weeds. What's a girl to do?

Lost

He doesn't understand me. I think I speak the language of snakes.

Feasty

We were all there. Everyone ordered their favourite food. I was the center of attention. They all tried to get to know me better by reading my piece of writing and asking me questions about it. Someone even tried editing the piece. Someone gave me a beautiful bouquet of flower. I paid for the table after everyone finished eating. We head back and the attention was gone off of me. I was a normal person again. I felt peaceful.

Windsor

Hours.Trees.Colors.Lake.Tower.Hilton.Ashok.Mom.Dad.Warehouse.Shelves.Boxes.Dog.Man.Lebanon.Falafel.Ducks.Eagles.Tunnel.Detroit.Snaky roads.Clown shoes.Macy's.Sleep.Speed.Police.Fast food.Home.Again.

Mr. TSB

I miss you!

Mommy

Delicious gobble gobble, greasy potatoes, Curley shivering, Wet hair, psychological being, sleepy, Mother's Day, under pressure, deadlines approaching, I need to go.

Eros

Primordial god of love, lust, and sexuality calls for a hand in an impossible dramatic connection, never-reaching equilibrium, and the dangers of having both things. Lie with me and I will save you if you save me. Leave me alone and I will kill you too, like a mocking bird, who sang its heart before a lawyer who was once a child. Primordial god of love.

Festiwine

Swirled to aerate sparkling, deep red oak, earthly, one dimensional frizz, fresh coconut, riped goose-berries, mossy cheese, sweet on the tip of tongue, limy citrus on the corners, gargled and swallowed down. Newer white is better, but red is better old.

Focus

F O C U S
O X X X U
C X O X C
U X X X O
S U C O F

Motherland Iran

Mother has an illness of 6000 years
Father is ruling the family
Sons are sleeping
Daughters are sleepless
Family is unidentified
Mother has a terminal disease
Not illness from outside germs
Growing tumor cells from inside
Who does what when and where now?

Puppet

Weaving with everlasting colored threads
Improvising on an elaborate motif structure perpetually
Poets are carpet weavers in dream of a poetic paradise in the form of patterns

Myth of Tibet

Gossip has it that religion is having a close relationship with exploitation nowadays. Friendly feudalism was in love with spiritual secularity but along the way bumped into feudal theocracy, had an affair and ended its relationship with the first love. They say first cut is the deepest. Let it be?

Love

Do

Global warming

Is it true that the larger the seas get, the smaller our wishes and dreams become?

Delete

Deleted everyone from my cellphone and messenger list to see if they get deleted from my mind. Time is the healer. I will wait and see.

Laboratory Life

Saturday afternoon. It was raining like cats and dogs. Ran off from the car to get to the nearest entrance door. I was soaked when I got in. Turned on the computer right away and started culturing cells. I was in the mood for Chopin music. No one was there. Turned it on loud while doing work. Bone cells have a serene culture you know. I started the bacteria culture. Bacteria have a smelly culture you know. I ran up and down the stairs to get to necessary equipment. I didn't forget to look out the window once in a while. It turned hazy and foggy, but the rain had stopped. I wish I could go out for a smoke but the culture needed me here. Time passed for a while until I remembered that I should look out the window. The sun was going down. The sky had a foggy red and orange shadow. I wish I was out there walking between those trees with my dog but the culture still needed me. It is dark now. Pitch black, and I am going home to sleep.

Three sums

How do you say goodbye to someone you have can never say goodbye? and how do you say hello to someone who looks into your soul but never says hello? and then again, how do you say stay but away to someone who should stay away?

Merry

May

Celebration of a life

Death. I will never know him. I will never know what his dreams were, or his morale. All I will know of him is his family, friends, and colleagues remembrance notes of him. He will be known through the legacy he left behind.